Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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The bee is not afraid of me,
I know the butterfly;
The pretty people in the woods
Receive me cordially.

The brooks laugh louder when I come,
The breezes madder play.
Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists?
Wherefore, O summer's day?

1. Rouge et Noir
2. I Taste a Liquor Never Brewed
3. New Feet within My Garden Go
4. Suspense
5. If You Were Coming in the Fall

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